sounded so confident that we’ll see each other again that I have to believe it’ll happen.
A pair of arms suddenly shakes me out of my reverie as I stare into Kara’s bewildered face.
“Who was the hot piece of ass that you were just talking to? Tell me you got his number!” Kara squeals. Looping my arm into hers, we slowly make our way down the crowded halls to find the customs desk.
“All I know is his name is Andrew. We met at the airport in New York and then coincidently his seat was right next to mine on the plane. I don’t know why but I have this crazy feeling like I know him from somewhere.” Kara raises an eyebrow to that, but I just shrug in response. “Besides, we’re only here for a week and I’d be setting myself up for heartbreak if I even entertained the thought of something more between us.”
Kara looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Are you crazy? You could have a week fling and then part ways. In the four years I’ve known you I have never seen you with a boyfriend, let alone have a conversation with a guy. You need to put yourself out there girl or you’re going to end up being the crazy lady with seventy cats in the house. Besides, there’s no better sex than vacation sex.”
“Thanks Kara for putting that into my head now. As if I needed sex on the brain even more than it already is. And, believe me, I know how unused my lady parts are.”
“Well then fix it. Hunt that beautiful god of a man down and rock his world.”
I fish my passport out of my bag as we approach the customs desk. “Highly unlikely. So chalk it up to never going to happen and focus on why we’re really here.”
“Man you’re a Debbie Downer. Fine. Business it is then. I’m just saying, the way he was looking at you was screaming hot steamy sex. He wants you. What did he whisper to you before he left?”
“He said that he’ll see about that when I insinuated that we wouldn’t see each other while I’m here.”
The blues of her eyes narrow on me as she slaps her passport on the desk, causing the poor old lady behind the counter to jump slightly. Kara gives her an apologetic smile.
“Smart man. I have a feeling about him though. I wouldn’t count him out just yet.”
She gets her passport stamped and moves to the side, allowing me to place mine on the counter.
“Whose side are you on?” I ask. The lady hands me back my stamped passport and I thank her before we head to the baggage claim area to retrieve our luggage.
“Yours, but I’m just saying to keep an open mind. If the man is determined to find you, I wouldn’t doubt that he will. And if he does find you, please just go with it. You need some fun in your life.”
I puff out some air in frustration and sigh, knowing I’m not going to win this conversation.
“Fine. If he finds me, I will try my best not to fight it or him.”
Kara claps her hands together as she quickly finds her luggage on the rotating belt. “That’s all I ask. Now get your crap and let’s get going. There’s a hotel bed calling my name after having to sleep in that airplane chair all night.”
A S PER THE STYLE AND sophistication that I’m not used to whatsoever, it shouldn’t surprise me that there’s a waiting town car for us as we exit the airport. Kara just smiles that knowing grin of hers and allows me to have my moment. Once we’ve pulled into the bustling traffic of midmorning London, I can’t help but plaster myself against the window, taking in everything that’s around me.
It still seems almost surreal that I’m actually here, in London, and not in Minnesota. Of course, I’ve dreamed of going overseas when I was younger but never did I actually expect to have it fulfilled. I want to think I’m dreaming. That this is not real or I’m a princess in one of the fairytale books my mom used to read to me before she pulled away from me. Good things like this usually don’t happen to people like me, a child from a broken family with
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